Serving your own needs or colluding with the Russians may bring Comminatory actions or other repercussions, for though you may be pardoned for malfeasance of your diction, we find we can’t forgive you for your constant words of fiction.
The way you won your office and your acts of dereliction toward the country you have wronged may lead to your conviction. What sentence might such huge acts of questionable reason carry, let alone the sentence for your acts of treason?
You meet such accusations with rhetoric and a shrug while cronies in high office choose to sweep them ‘neath the rug. What do I recommend should they bring charges and convict you? Alas, that will not happen. It’s your judges who first picked you!
As we bicker on the web, as we snipe and snooze, soothing our hurt feelings with doobies or with booze, our rulers are sequestered, each pondering on his throne, deciding what new property to seize and make their own.
A chunk from social security, another bit from schools. So long as we’re not educated, we’ll remain their fools. Cut taxes for their cronies and let them drill for oil in our nature preserves until we start to boil.
Record heat in one spot and fires in another. Record snow and hurricanes. We drown or freeze or smother. They are not going to notice these travesties and glitches, for they’re busy in their counting rooms, counting out their riches.
What percentage earned today? What yachts to buy tomorrow? The fortune that they earn today is mankind’s future sorrow.
If we stay divided, we play into their plans.
We keep each other busy as they work on their tans!
Will they carve his effigy on a golden coin and use it for ill purposes, our country to purloin? Will they pare back Utopia, and in their selfish carving leave us all in danger? Leave the masses starving? When there’s no way left to judge them, when justice has been bought, will we all reach out too late for what we’ll wish we sought much earlier, when there was a chance we could impeach the ones who took Utopia farther from our reach?
The prompt words are danger, effigy, starve and Utopia.
How do we mentor our burgeoning youth in these times of extraordinary stretchings of truth? Teach them to sort out these rash acts of treason, to approach them with heart and strain them through reason. Teach them hating is wrong and exclusion is selfish—
that plastic’s destroying our coral and shellfish. That medical care should be something for all and that hoarding of wealth brings a country’s last fall.
Teach them the future is theirs to decide. Teach them the truth of whom to deride. Teach them that facts being taught by their teachers may rival what they’re being taught by some preachers and those who would rule to win their own gain, lining their pockets again and again with tax cuts that only extend to the rich while the trickle down theory develops a hitch.
Teach them to sort out rhetoric from fact. Teach them to care and to vote and to act to stretch out the privilege to blanket us all.
We are not alone on this spinning great ball. Our former meddling and incredible gall is why we’re considering building a wall to keep out the hungry and frightened downtrodden who come to us weary, exhausted and sodden.
They ask for asylum and our protection from dictators who have prompted defection much as many Americans are fleeing south to avoid the stupidity and the vile mouth of the dictator who is now ruining our land with illogical thinking and truth that is canned.
Who will mentor whom in this crazy new world
once the last hateful invectives are hurled?
Our world has been sold out for profit and gain— overseen by leaders opportunistic and vain. Perhaps it’s our youth who will now mentor us to sort out the truth from this internet fuss.
As in the old legend, They’ll teach the uncouth to forsake propaganda for naked truth. It’s hoped that our youth wake us up from our doze to point out the truth of our Emperor’s new clothes!!